Aleron was coming up with ways he could learn more information from the Celestial; however, the Corrupted Celestial was not giving him any chances.
Aleron's wings flared, and he shot up to meet the hailstorm.
He weaved between the spears, spinning, flipping, twisting.
A dozen spears detonated behind him, reshaping the battlefield with each impact.
Then came the second Guardian.
It had recovered from the tail strike and now leapt at him from behind, aiming its massive axe at his wing root.
Aleron twisted.
Too slow.
The axe connected.
Blood sprayed as his left wing was nearly severed. He let out a roar of agony but didn't fall.
Instead, he spun and slammed his clawed foot into the Guardian's chest, crushing ribs and driving the creature into the ground.
He followed it, descending like a thunderbolt and crashing both fists onto its head.
Skull cracked.
The Guardian spasmed.
He didn't stop.
He clawed through its face, grabbed the pulsing black core, and crushed it.
